Wonders
What do you do, love, In the winking hours of twilight When little heads nod wearily, And the sun goes to warm other lands?
What cares have you, looking upon the night; Devouring stories like a literary vampire, then Wiping your mouth, slick with the breath of the teller. Are you a saver or damner of souls?
Do you scour the city for prey, Seducing them with whispers, promises, Glimpses of your sacred treasures? Is that you making me breathless?
Do you mewl and purr with painted eyes And affect all within sight? Encourage eager lovers to taste your lips Only to be slain with a skillful kiss?
What do you do while most are dreaming; Replaying their dreary day in fretful fits? Such activities I've conjured for you. My daydreams ignite, wondering what you do.